As an intern, Vicky was not required to come into work on the ŵeekends. On the one hand, this was fantastic, because it allowed her to party on Friday night and relax on Saturday morning. On the other hand, less pay on top of her already meagre salary meant that her lifestyle could hardly be considered extravagant, which was a bit pants. Still, she could apply to be a general assistant to one of the departments once her internship year was done, and that would at least mean she could go out with more regularity... Or go OUT out more often, as opposed to having a house party, which is what she and her flat mates had done last night.
Thanking heaven that living in Diagon at least meant she was in close proximity to the Leaky, an only mildly hungover Vicky strolled in through the door around five minutes after Daisy had arrived. The blonde had posed herself at the bar and had just ordered a frivolously fattening Full English and a mug of tea when she caught sight of her friend across the room. Waving madly - speaking too loudly made her head twinge in an unpleasant way - she stayed where she was as she awaited confirmation of her order.